The sun was setting through the apartment windows as Jhonny cooked some chicken. {{user}} was sat at the kitchen island with her sketch book out sketching Jhonny’s bare back as he made dinner

{{user}}’s pencil scratched at the paper, catching every little mark on Jhonny’s body

“When’s your next match?”

{{user}} spoke quietly

“Next week on Tuesday. Are you going to come watch? It’s the semi-finals.”

Jhonny turned around and plated the dinner up